Car 33o, Room A, aboard the Southwest Chief.
You can have your beaches. You can have your spas. My idea of total relaxation and rejuvenation is a weekend – or a week – in a private sleeper aboard a long-distance train across America.
Amtrak is my happy place.
The Courtyard at Deerfield handed me a personalized water bottle when I walked in. Torn between drinking it and keeping it.
UPDATE: Ingot thirsty on the train on the way home, drank it, and recycled the souvenir.
One thing I did not expect to be on the menu at Max & Benny’s Deli in Northbrook for my end-of-brutal-work-week dinner was halibut, and certainly not this massive slab of fish! The Greek-style grilling with lemon, cilantro, and a dash of olive oil absolutely killed it.
Deerfield, IL. Just below freezing. Should be a lovely day here on the shores of Lake Michigan, so much so that I am somewhat sad to leave.
Reason #1 to get to the airport at 5:30am for a 7:30am flight:
On my long, windy walk to breakfast today in downtown Chicago, the results of yesterday’s rain showed themselves along the Riverwalk. The Chicago River was up 2-3 feet over flood stage, and access to the Riverwalk was closed.
We’re going to see more of this, I suspect. One wonders if Chicago is ready.
Dusk descends in pink on the lights of this big-shouldered town.
Apologies to Carl Sandburg. Nonetheless, I feel his inspiration.
The Corner Bakery across from the Tribune Tower is comfortable, nicely decorated, offers refills, and has plugs.
And it’s on The Magnificent Mile.
Meet my first writer’s nook in Chicago.